Derek Hale was a bad boy in every sense of the word, all the way down to the leather jacket and perpetual scowl. Aggressively attractive, enough to appear totally unapproachable without the help of his reputation. as the biggest heartbreaker Berkley has ever seen. Some poor schmuck named Matt, Derek's latest conquest and a photography major had the notion he could somehow change the Big Bad's ways. He couldn't. Derek always found it mildly amusing, even the ones who know the sordid details of his previous relationships were under the impression that they were somehow specie, that they were different than the many guys and girls that came before them. They're not.
Just like Derek wasn't when he was in their shoes, but instead of feeling sorry for himself, and wallowing in self pity he picked himself up and became the breaker instead of the breakee. It had been slim pickings lately for him, but that was always fixed when freshmen orientation came around. Sure, there were plenty of people he could play with but he always had this sadistic need for virgins. Maybe it was because he had been a virgin when Kate had sunk her claws in, regardless he found a sort of sick satisfaction in breaking the untouched.
Standing outside the history department building, cigarette in hand, sunglasses giving him the ability to watch the parade of freshmen without it being obvious. He didn't even so much as flinch when a hand landed on his shoulder. "Looks like it's feeding time for the Alpha." Jackson was undoubtedly Derek's closest friend, which was probably because they'd never slept together. Turning to face the blonde Derek's face broke out into a grin that was more a showing of teeth than a sign of happiness. "I'm just checking the wares, Matt's hit his expiration date." Jackson barked out a laugh before crossing his arms across his chest joining Derek in watching the new attendees of the fine Berkley University wander along on what was no doubt a terribly boring freshmen orientation. "What about the red head next to the nerd who looks like he's having a fit?"
Derek scanned the crowd quickly spotting a boy smiling widely, making ridiculous hand gestures while taking to a rather pretty petite red head that Jackson must have been talking abou, who looked uninterested in whatever the boy was telling her. Taking a drag from his cigarette Derek tilted his head considering the boys potential. He had nice shoulders under his obnoxious plaid and tee shirt combo, his jeans were loose but Derek could tell the kid had a nice ass. A snort of amusement escaped him as Derek watched the red head flip her hair over her shoulder strutting off leaving the boy flailing as he tried to catch up to her tripping over his own two feet. "He's perfect."
Derek dropped the cigarette from between his fingers before stubbing it out under his shoe as he moved toward his target. Overeager and easy to please. This boy would take whatever Derek decided to give him and would be thankful. Sure the kid was attractive enough, he was probably just too abrasive for the small minded high school social parameters. No doubt college was his time to fly. Too bad Derek was going to ruin the experience for him. "Need a hand?" Startled amber colored eyes stared up at Derek from where he had been both trying to and failing to regain his footing after his stumbled attempt to follow that red head. "Uhh nah man I'm cool. Ya know just fighting gravity, which whadayaknow it's still winning. Don't mind me I'm just going to continue my lifelong battle with the gravitational pull of Earth."
He barked out a laugh at the boy before him tilting his head while offering one of his hands to help the kid up. "Derek." There was a pink tint spreading across his cheeks but after a moments hesitation a wide grin brightened up his face as he accepted the hand up. "Stiles." Taking off his sunglasses Derek managed to blink exactly once meeting owlishly wide whiskey brown eyes before two big strong hands pulled his face closer. Letting out a low whistle of appreciation Stiles was staring at Derek's eyes unblinkingly, tilting his face every which way all the while muttering under his breath. "Now that's some impressive genetic combos you got going on there."
Shocked Derek was startled enough that he remained motionless as Stiles' mutterings to himself grew more and more technical seeming to have forgotten that he was holding onto an actual person that he had met no more than mere moments before. Smirking, Derek gripped the boy's wrists and proceeded to gently yet firmly remove the grip this freshmen had on his face with a raise of eyebrow he found amusement in how his new tow startled himself out of his musings at the unfamiliar touch. Jumping slightly, immediately pulling his arms away crossing them defensively across his chest, eyes down now refusing to make contact with the eyes he had been so enamored with just moments before.
"Let me guess. Geneticist." The dark pink blush made something in Derek to feel accomplished, like he had just won a contest simply by causing a blush. "Ya, sorry. Didn't mean to grab you like that sometimes I get carried away and don't notice when I am making people uncomfortable." Smiling Derek replied with an easy, "I wasn't uncomfortable. Just thought you might be once you realized you had been holding onto my face for a few minutes muttering to yourself there." Somehow it seemed that the blush could go a deeper shade of red which pleased Derek to no end. Oh yes he was going to have fun breaking this one, yes he was going to enjoy building this eager little boy up just to tear out the floor from right underneath him as soon as he thought he was in love.
That was when he'd strike, no sooner. No later. When the poor boy thought it was love. It would be like when it had happened to him, this boy would know just how Derek felt when Kate got to him.